Song Title Challenge #61-65

Song Title Challenge #61: Like A Stone by Audioslave-Peter was lonely, lonely like a stone, a stone lying deserted in the desert, all alone. He hadn’t many friends, you see, he hadn’t many mates. He had some but he lost them, cause he wasn’t very great.
Peter was stubborn, stubborn like a rock, hard-headed like an ox with his head stuck in a box. His friends, they didn’t like it, they did not like it one bit, for if Peter didn’t get his way, he’d throw a royal fit.

Song Title Challenge #62: Let’s Do The Time Warp Again from The Rocky Horror Show-Sally Sparrow was playing in her yard, when out of the sky fell a big blue box. Out stumbled a man in a bow-tie and fez, who said, “Hey! This isn’t the Taj Mahal.”
“I’m Sally Sparrow,” said Sally. “Who are you?”
“I’m the Doctor,” replied the strange man. “How do you do?”
“Do you live in that box? It looks somewhat cramped.”
“Oh, I get by,” he said.

Song Title Challenge #63: From Russia With Love by Matt Monro-The handwriting was Karina’s. Of that I had no doubt. The rest was a mystery.
From Russia with love
Except, the postcard wasn’t from Russia. The front showed the Saint Peter’s Church in Riga. I’d been confirmed in that church, baptised; my parents married there.
There was no stamp or postmark, only a bright red lipstick kiss – not something you’d typically include in a postcard to your brother.

Song Title Challenge #64: The Magician’s Birthday by Uriah Heep-A whistle pierced the air and Suraya flattened herself against the stone wall of the corridor. Light flooded through the windows, followed closely by the boom of the rocket exploding. The crowd in the courtyard cheered.
Fools, thought Suraya. She couldn’t believe how easily the townspeople had been enthralled with a handful of potions and a couple of parlour tricks. For weeks the only topic of conversation had been the magician’s birthday. But the celebration gave her the opportunity she needed to get into the castle.

Song Title Challenge #65: Spoonman by Soundgarden-Once upon a time there was a spoon called Spoony O’Spoons. Spoony lived in a kitchen drawer with all his O’Spoons brothers and sisters, and their cousins, the Forkers and the MacKnifes. Life consisted mostly of ladling food into people’s mouths, visiting Soapy Sink hot springs, and lying around in the drawer.